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The tiny flower shop was bustling, like it usually was, and you were busy going back and forth to help out your customers. Flowers were given and sold, many ‘pleases’ and ‘thank you’s and ‘your welcome’s were given out, and when the bell rang for the last time with the closing of the door you slumped over the counter in relief.

You loved your flower shop, but sometimes it just got way to busy, and you were only one person.

“Busy day?”

You blinked as the familiar voice, and when you looked up a smile spread across your lips. “Ivan!”

“Hello sunflower.” Your boyfriend greeted, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, just let me…” You pulled your apron over your head as you danced around behind the counter, and once it was safely off you threw it on the coat rack. You then ran around the store, turning off lights and locking doors.

When you came back to Ivan, a little out of breath, he just smiled and took your hand.

“What?”

Ivan shook his head. “Nothing.”

You stared at him for a while longer before leading him out the door. “Closing up a shop is hard work you know.”

“I’m sure it is.” Ivan replied, his smile widening ever so slightly.

You huffed, but didn’t say anything else. You had a date you wanted to go on.

And you were. Your boyfriend could run faster than the speed of sound in 10 seconds flat for God’s sake. How could you not be?

The only thing you weren’t so open-minded about was cockroaches.

…

“So, a little after six sound good?” you asked, clacking away at your computer as you carful balanced your cell between your ear and shoulder.

“I can always come and get you now.” Barry’s voice filtered through the phone, and you could see the pouty face was making through the cell. “It’s almost six anyway.”

“Bar,” you chided gently. Sure, you wanted to get out of the lab as quick as possible, but, as Cisco so suggestively put it, work before pleasure. “I have to finish up here. We don’t all get to leave work whenever we want.”

Barry started to protest, but quickly fell silent. After Joe figured out about Barry’s ‘other’ job, he had started to let the man off the hook whenever Cicso , Dr. Wells, or Catlin or even you called him in. “Ugh, fine.”

“It’s only for 30 minutes-“ you cut yourself off with a startled gasp, quickly sliding back in the chair and knocking just about everything over in the process.

“(Name)?” Barry asked. He got no response, and after trying once more time he hung up, and was at your side in a matter of 2.09 seconds just as the rest of the gang came running in.“(Name), what’s-?”

“Told ya we should have gotten this place sprayed.” Cisco smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Barry went over to your computer, picking up a tiny cockroach that had climb it’s way onto the desk, a shit eating grin on his face. “It’s not even that-“

“Get rid of it.”

“(Name)-” He tried to take a step towards you, hand outstretched.

“Barry I swear to God-” You scooted back, but it was all in vain. Barry just zoomed over to you, and was now dangling it a few inches from your face before the good doctor decide to step in.

“Give it to me.” Dr. Wells gingerly plucking the tiny roach from Barry’s hand. You watched him closely as he went over to on of the windows, and once it was thrown out into the great unknown he looked back at you. “Why don’t you and Barry go on that date now?”

Getting stuck in the Labyrinth had been one of the worst things to ever happen to you, but it had also been one of the best.

On one hand, you had managed to get away from your crazy as shit family (you had finally decided to make the trade when your younger brother started killing off the neighbors pets), and had even managed to make a few new friends in this strange world. On the other hand, you had to deal with…him.

The Goblin King. Jareth.

He wasn’t…terrible. It was more or less his ‘Mr. High and mighty’ attitude that bugged you. In fact you had told him off more than once, but all he had done was rolled his eyes and continued on his way.

But now that you thought about it (and you had the time, as you were in the library with him), you couldn’t think of a single reason why it bugged you. Just look at the people you used to live with for God’s sake. Everything they were that wasn’t complete insanity was vanity. But with Jareth it just…didn’t seem like it fit.

“Something on your mind?”

You glanced over at said man from where you were looking at books. Your relationship had reached the point of toleration, but you didn’t think you should go and tell him off again (you had already done it once this morning), so you shrugged.

“Just looking for a book.”

“What book?” He moved over to you, and you scooted over so you both had room to look at the shelf.

“Nothing in-oh, hey!” You spotted a book your mother used to read to you, and you quickly snagged it off the shelf, flipping through the colorful pages. “Rapunzel!”

You loved summer. You just loved heat in general, as you had grown up in Greece before you had become the guardian of Imagination. You loved the warm winds, the rainstorms, the sent of flowers, everything.

Your boyfriend, however, hated it, being Jack Frost and all.

“You have got to be the most pitiful person on the planet.” You glanced over at him when another groan escaped, pulling you from your reading for the hundredth time. Jack said nothing, only giving you a grunt.

He was lying face down on the couch (the two of you had been staying at Tooth’s place until you could find a place of your own), arm dangling off the edge with feet thrown over the armrest. He looked dead, and you weren’t entirely sure if he was faking it or not.

He sighed and rolled over. “It’s too hot.”

You frowned. “It’s barely over 70 Jack.”

Jack just gave you a look, causing your frown to deepen. You suppose you couldn’t really blame him, as he was rather sensitive to heat, but even then…

You blinked as cold arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto the couch with a bounce. Jack pulled you against him before you could get away, nuzzling your neck. “But you’re nice and cold.”

You rolled your eyes. If anything he was the cold one.

“If you really want we could go to Norths-“

“Nah.” Jack cut you off, rolling over on his back with you lying on top of him. His arms were resting comfortably on your back, and he had one of his shit eating grins on his lips. “We can stay right here.”